The crowd around him press in they did
From near and far they came
To hear this man of whom was said
To have miracle healing hands

A leader, a ruler from synagogue came
On his knees before him fell
My daughter, he begged, near death does she lay
A miracle is what's needed
Please come your hands upon her lay
To save her from death's cruel bony grip

The teacher softly he smiled at him
And slowly rose to his feet
His garments close around him he drew
Come let us go, said he

Around the house so many there
To await the child's outcome
Too late, too late, you are too late
Throughout the crowd the word did spread

But he listened not to them
And slowly raised his hands
Fear not, said he, she is not dead
She merely takes a rest

In the blink of an eye the crowd it changed
And now it angrily roared
Who is he? away with him
Who does he think he is

But he cared not what they thought
Into the house he strode
And there upon a narrow bed
So quietly did she lay

He placed her hand into both of his
And held them tenderly
Arise, arise, little girl arise
These words he spoke to her

The girl off the bed she jumped
And danced around the room
The parents in amazement stood
To see this wondrous sight

Say none of this, he did entreat
As he prepared to leave
With garments tight around him wrapped
Into the crowd he strode